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... hour late now , and do look at your vest ! It is buttoned all crooked , and Why , there is quite a crowd at the hospital door ! Oh , why were you so late ! and they do fuss so when you are late . " " I see , I see , " he said . " What ...
... hour late now , and do look at your vest ! It is buttoned all crooked , and Why , there is quite a crowd at the hospital door ! Oh , why were you so late ! and they do fuss so when you are late . " " I see , I see , " he said . " What ...
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... hour . Sitting here alone , he soon reasoned himself into his usual state of self - satisfied calm . It was after all a piece of bad fortune , and attended with no consequences to himself ; one of many deaths , the every - day incidents ...
... hour . Sitting here alone , he soon reasoned himself into his usual state of self - satisfied calm . It was after all a piece of bad fortune , and attended with no consequences to himself ; one of many deaths , the every - day incidents ...
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... hour or two in the markets , and encountered two good specimens of this class . One was a fair , slender girl , so unexceptionably dressed in a plain , well - cut ulster that , as I observed her in the crowd of market - women , I ...
... hour or two in the markets , and encountered two good specimens of this class . One was a fair , slender girl , so unexceptionably dressed in a plain , well - cut ulster that , as I observed her in the crowd of market - women , I ...
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... hours ill , an ' it seems like it ' ad confused the ' ole ' ouse . We ' ve not ' ad ' eart to take pains with the ... hour . Through and past them all , life re- mained the same . Grief and joy do not alter shape or sort . Love and ...
... hours ill , an ' it seems like it ' ad confused the ' ole ' ouse . We ' ve not ' ad ' eart to take pains with the ... hour . Through and past them all , life re- mained the same . Grief and joy do not alter shape or sort . Love and ...
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... hour o ' trubbel . Now , Bishop , I'll be gwine . ' long . You'll fin ' me at the cyoffin sto ' . Mose Barnwell he's a mighty de- cent cullud man - lives nigh me ; he's gwine fur ter len ' me his cyart ter tek the cyoffin home . Mahnin ...
... hour o ' trubbel . Now , Bishop , I'll be gwine . ' long . You'll fin ' me at the cyoffin sto ' . Mose Barnwell he's a mighty de- cent cullud man - lives nigh me ; he's gwine fur ter len ' me his cyart ter tek the cyoffin home . Mahnin ...
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Página 427 - Dilke on various subjects; several things dove-tailed in my mind, and at once it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously — I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason...
Página 98 - Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And, when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility.
Página 424 - This morning I am in a sort of temper, indolent and supremely careless — I long after a stanza or two of Thomson's Castle of Indolence — my passions are all asleep, from my having slumbered till nearly eleven, and weakened the animal fibre all over me, to a delightful sensation, about three degrees on this side of faintness. If I had teeth of pearl and the breath of lilies I should call it languor, but as I am* I must call it laziness.
Página 429 - The little dramatic skill I may as yet have, however badly it might show in a drama, would, I think, be sufficient for a poem. I wish to diffuse the colouring of St. Agnes' Eve throughout a poem in which character and sentiment would be the figures to such drapery.
Página 201 - If you choose to play ! — is my principle. Let a man contend to the uttermost For his life's set prize, be it what it will!
Página 646 - That general life, which does not cease, Whose secret is not joy, but peace; That life, whose dumb wish is not miss'd If birth proceeds, if things subsist; The life of plants, and stones, and rain, The life he craves — if not in vain Fate gave, what chance shall not control, His sad lucidity of soul.
Página 239 - Through God we shall do valiantly : for he it is that shall tread down our enemies.
Página 648 - Flow'd with the stream ; — all down his cold white side The crimson torrent ran, dim now and soil'd, Like the soil'd tissue of white violets Left, freshly...
Página 646 - But be his My special thanks, whose even-balanced soul, From first youth tested up to extreme old age, Business could not make dull, nor passion wild ; Who saw life steadily, and saw it whole ; The mellow glory of the Attic stage, Singer of sweet Colonus, and its child.
Página 427 - This pursued through volumes would perhaps take us no further than this, that with a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.